"My my, everything will get better, Salvar," Damon said while wiping his hands on his handkerchief with a disgusted expression.
"No, Damon, I held on to my composure for too long, until it was too late. Imagine if I had the courage to go up and talk to him."
"What needed to be done has been done, Salvar. We cannot force destiny."
"Destiny?" Salvar paused with a deep breath before his eyes pierced into Damon as he continued, "Aren't you the one who always discouraged me from proposing to George?"
Indeed, Damon was the one.
In his previous life, when Salvar went to Damon to lighten the burden in his heart, Damon would always say that it was inappropriate for them to be in a relationship, since George was jobless and his father was just a mid grade loan shark, and he had a terrible temper. George was someone who would either kill or get killed.
Although a fraction of that was true, George was a real coward. The only good thing about him was his face, and no matter how much Salvar disliked him, he could never deny that George was handsome and well built.
Damon looked at the floor, avoiding Salvar's gaze. His Adam's apple rose and dropped as he swallowed nervously.
Finally, he replied, "I wanted to be cautious as your best friend. Although George is a good friend, that does not make him a good partner. But if you insist, I can help you get closer to him."
Hearing Damon's reply, Salvar smiled slightly. He was quite surprised how he missed it before that Damon was venomous in every instance.
Every word he said, every action he did, was well calculated.
Damon was the first one to take advantage of Salvar's feelings toward George. He was the first one who shipped them before Salvar had any feelings. Slowly and gradually, the teasing led him to consider that maybe George was really his type.
Later, as he developed a crush on him, George played the love game with him.
When Salvar was sure that George liked him, he kissed him. But after that, George grew distant. He barely talked to Salvar and showed more closeness toward Damon.
And a few days later, he got into a relationship with Federic.
It was a well played game. They made him get used to something, then starved him of it for their benefit.
In starvation, people become desperate. And George and Damon played a long game to take advantage of his desperation.
"How will you help me?" Salvar asked.
"George likes submissive omegas. He likes someone who does not question him. Today, Federic came for a contract proposal. If you handle it well, George might see you differently."
On the other hand, in a certain area of the bar, Federic dragged George and pushed him into a bathroom stall.
"What the fuck was that?" Federic questioned. "Even if he is a benefactor of mine, that does not mean I will allow you to cheat with him."
"Babe, trust me, he kissed me out of nowhere," George whispered as he held Federic's face in his palm and reassured him.
Federic pushed his hands away before shoving him. George sat on the closed toilet seat as he lifted his face and glanced at Federic. And instantly, Salvar's words pierced his mind.
"Aren't you the same, George? Instead of going for bodies, you go for this."
"…Are you even listening to me or are you thinking about that guy?"
Federic's face reddened with anger, his hands clenched into fists as he confronted George.
"You do not believe me?" George asked.
"What?" Federic asked while fuming. "How do you expect me to believe you when you were passionately kissing your 'good friend'? Are you expecting me to clap for you because you are doing all this for me and not because you are a gold digging asshole?"
Before Federic could realize what was happening, George sprinted from his seat and choked Federic against the stall's metallic door with a loud bang.
Federic widened his eyes as he looked at George in shock.
"You omegas do not understand when something is explained to you, do you? Why do you want to control the situation when you are just a pathetic and emotionally unstable creature?"
He slightly loosened his grip on Federic's neck and whispered, "Alright, if you do not believe me, let us break up. You and I hold no ties if we do not have mutual understanding."
And finally, George opened the door and walked out.
"George, you cannot do this!" Federic cried as he walked over and held George's wrist.
George stopped. He turned around and said, "You are forcing me into this. I… Do you know how disgusted I was kissing his chapped lips?"
(Achoo, Salvar rubbed his nose as he sneezed violently. Which one of those idiots is back bitching about me?)
"Then why… that is my question…" It was not really a question. It was a request to know the truth.
"If he believes that he can have me, that bastard will do anything. And on top of that, his situation is miserable. We just need to press the right spot and everything will go smoothly. But since you…"
Federic did not let George complete his sentence before pulling him into a kiss.
It took Federic and George more than thirty minutes before they returned to where Salvar and Damon were.
But this time, both of them were not there.
George took out his phone and dialed Damon's number. Shortly after a few rings, Damon received the call. George could hear the same music from the VIP section, but louder from Damon's side.
"Where are you?"
"What?"
"Where are you?" George asked impatiently.
"I swear nothing is audible here. Salvar, let's go, George and Federic are back… Salvar no! Salvar, god! What the hell…!"
"What happened, Damon?"
"Oh my god, somebody help me…"
The other side of the call was in chaos, and George was confused about what was happening. He cut the call and walked toward the stairs to see what was going on.
"Oh my god…"
His voice trailed into a whisper as he saw Damon standing there, covered in a rainbow of vomit over his shirt and pants, while Salvar hung onto his waist.